Danny Comes to Stay
by Robert Furlong


Part 1

As we undressed for bed, Alex said to me, “I feel kind of sorry for Danny.”

“Sorry for him?  You’re kidding me!”

It was hard to believe he would feel anything but mistrust for my ex.  He hadn’t been keen on Danny visiting us, and sure as hell hadn’t been comfortable with him staying over with us for the night.

“No I do,” he insisted.  “Being holed up in that tiny Cornish village without any cute guys to help him pass the time.”

“It was his choice to take the job down there,” I reminded him.  Danny worked as a lab technician; there must be jobs all over the place without him having to move to the wilds of Cornwall.

“He seems pretty desperate, Matt,” Alex said, pulling his jeans off and revealing his dark blue boxer shorts.  My husband, as ever, looked stunning in his underwear: standing tall and lean and with a dusting of hair across his prominent pecs.

Danny certainly did seem desperate; I couldn’t deny that.  Over the meal we’d cooked for him he’d talked at length and in surprising detail about how long it had been since he’d had sex with a guy.  Or, rather, as he’d so vividly put it, how long since he’d had “a nice hairy arse clamped around his cock”.

“Talk about havin’ blue balls,” he’d spelled out as if elaboration were needed.  “Mine are just about ready to burst!”

I couldn’t see why Danny hadn’t had a relationship in so long.  He was a good-looking bloke – he’d been the hunky lab technician when I’d done my environmental science degree – and he’s packing a cock in his boxers that would put a horse to shame.

That’s why Alex holds him in such suspicion, you see.  He knows I’m a size queen (let’s face it, I have a whole collection of dildos to prove it!) and in that one department, and that department alone, my husband really is no match for Danny.

I mean, Alex has lovely cock; don’t get me wrong on that score.  At five and a half inches it would be easily big enough to satisfy most gay guys, and many would regard its slim girth as a bonus when it comes to anal.

But Danny and I were together three years when I was at uni, and when you’ve grown used to having a ten inch tallywacker servicing you every chance it gets, anything smaller comes as something of a disappointment. Not that I’ve ever let Alex know that, of course – I’m not a total bitch – but the night he lost his virginity to my behind, it was obvious from the great chasm of my hole that I was used to something pretty massive filling me up back there.

When he eventually saw my holiday snaps complete with Danny straining to fit into his Speedo trunks, it was pretty clear whose giant chopper had stretched my pooper to kingdom cum.

So when Danny first e-mailed me about coming to visit on a weekend away from Cornwall, Alex’s first reaction was: “Absolutely not.  I’m not having donkey-dong coming here and bulging all over the place.”

I’d snapped back at that: how could I not when he was making it so clear that he didn’t trust me?  We’d talked about it at length and soon he’d agreed to three of us meeting up.  It turned out, though, that Danny’s train times made a fleeting visit impossible so, after a certain amount of persuasion and a succession of assurances from me, I was making up the spare room for our well-hung house guest.

And so far I’d acted as the doting husband to Alex and model host to our visitor.  Indeed, the whole time Danny had been here, I hadn’t so much at glanced at the massive mound that was making his zipper strain so alluringly, nor peek at the obvious semi-stiffened rod that was forming such an attractive swelling just to the left of his pocket.

The ‘blue balls’ conversation had started up when Alex – and I repeat Alex – had asked Danny about what sort of opportunities were to be had where he was staying in Cornwall.

I want to emphasize that it hadn’t been me because I’d made a rule to myself I wasn’t going to raise any kind of sexual stuff with my ex and that if he mentioned anything intimate about the years we’d been a couple, I’d change the conversation onto less controversial areas as quickly as I could.

I’m completely trustworthy, you see, and what Alex and I have together is seriously important to me.

Anyway, Danny had said, “Opportunities, mate?  Bugger all… zilch.  The nearest nightclub is in Plymouth which is fuckin’ miles away and the gay nights hardly ever fit with the early shifts I work.”

But Alex hadn’t left it there like I would have done.  He’d gone on, “What about cruising… local toilets… parks and stuff…?”

“Absolutely nothin’ going on, mate.  Believe me I’ve tried!”

“Surely local lads… married guys who are curious… there has to be something going on somewhere?”

“If there is, I can’t find it and I’ve looked everywhere I can think of!  I haven’t fucked an arse for… well… pretty much since I moved down there.”

Before I could manoeuvre the conversation away from my ex’s sex life, he’d turned to me with a smirk, “And Matty here knows how much I like to fuck an arse… how I’m an every night kinda guy when I have a nice cute butt waitin’ to be seen to…”

I thought Alex would be appalled by such talk, especially as I was the target, but he seemed genuinely intrigued by Danny’s high sex-drive.

He said, “Every night?  What… really… every single night?”

Danny grinned at Alex’s disbelief.  Alex was making it obvious that his stamina was no match for the larger man’s.

“Your hubby here used to like it up him every night too,” he grinned. “Every fuckin’ night he’d be gaggin’ for cock!  I guess these days he has to make do with whatever he can get!”

Alex made out like he was amused by that, but I could see from his glance across at me that he was feeling uncomfortable.

He knows that I like sex a lot more often than he does, but whereas Danny certainly is an ‘every night kind of guy’, my husband has always gone for once a week at most.  Even when we’d first met, I’d be lucky to get him in the sack much more often than that.  Once I’d even resorted to flipping him over and greasing him up to give him some butt-love of my own, but he’d made it clear there and then that his backdoor was strictly for exit only.

Danny went on, “My cock ends up achin’ and my bollocks get so full.  It’s fuckin’ agony mate – you have no idea!”

“Don’t you toss yourself off?” Alex asked, a question which surprised me. He likes to talk about sex stuff with me – he can get really into it if he’s in the right mood – but I’d never heard him talk to other men about masturbation.

“I’ve never really liked doin’ that,” Danny said, which I knew to be true. “I mean I used to wazz off all the time when I was a kid – which lad doesn’t? – but once I got a taste for knobbin’ your hubby’s hairy little brownie when he was at uni, me right hand never felt the same after that!”

I’d noticed that being down in Cornwall hadn’t softened Danny’s broad Brummie accent.

“Does it get really painful then?” Alex asked with genuine concern.

“Yeah it does,” Danny nodded.  “I mean, I do wank off… enough to stop me spunkin’ up in me sleep.  But it’s no substitute for havin’ a good honest fuck!”

He looked at the two of us and his mouth broke into a smirk.  He went on, “I mean, you can’t beat havin’ a nice tight arsehole squeezin’ round your cock, can you?  Some bloke’s slimy backdoor to ram yourself in and out of…”

He chuckled at our two faces, staring back at him gobsmacked. “Sorry… fellas… you’ll have to make allowances for me!  I haven’t shagged in so long I think my gob’s just runnin’ away with itself!”

“It’s understandable,” Alex muttered.

“It’s just…” Danny continued, “I dunno if he’s told you, but I’m pretty well-hung.”

Alex just nodded, still staring at Danny in astonishment.

“I think that’s what gives me this high sex-drive,” he explained.  “That’s what gets me so horny that I end up spoilin’ nice dinner parties comin’ out with all this dirty talk!”

The two of us laughed, pleased that he’d broke the tension with his joke, but underneath my side of the table I had the mother of all hard-ons.

Perhaps the same had been true for Alex but he sure as hell didn’t have a hard-on now that we were getting into bed.  I still did, tucked away under the duvet, but the front of my husband’s boxers was as disappointingly flat as they are most evenings.

He said, “Danny seems desperate for some anal.”  Stating the totally obvious.

I chuckled, “Yeah, and some!”

He fiddled with his alarm clock – we were running Danny back to the station in the morning – and added, casually, “It seems a shame we can’t offer to help him out while he’s here.”

“Help him out?” I asked, my interest piqued.  “How?”

“I dunno,” he replied distractedly while he set the correct time on the clock.  “It just seems daft that his knob’s really aching for a hole to fill… and you… well…”

“I… what?”

He put the clock down and looked over at me.  I realised that this was planned and rehearsed; for all he’d pretended like he was fiddling with the clock, he’d thought through what he had to say and had tried to make it seem casual.

“Well, you like a big cock up your bum, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but my bum’s all yours,” I smiled.  “You know that.”

I could be quite the romantic at times.

“Trouble is… as you know… I’m not really into bum stuff.  If you’d be willing to help Danny out, we could set it up so that you were focussed on me while he was… you know…”

“While he was what?”

I couldn’t believe I was hearing this!

Alex smiled.  “While he was doing his thing behind you!”

I laughed incredulously.  Had he really just suggested that?!

“Oh come on, Matt!” he laughed back.  “We both know how much you enjoy it! That huge dildo you asked for on your birthday wasn’t for hanging bracelets on!”

“But I love you, Alex,” I insisted.  “Even though you’re not keen on anal, I love the stuff we do together…”

“I’m not denying that,” he smiled.  “I’m just saying that before we got together you obviously liked a lot of bum sex and you clearly enjoyed that Danny had something so big to slide up there.”

“Well, yeah,” I chuckled.  “I suppose you’ve got a point there!  But would you really be willing for Danny to come into our bedroom and… well… fuck me up the arse?”

“If you think you’ll enjoy it,” he nodded, “and as long as you’re looking at me and thinking of me while he’s… you know… going at your bum…”

“So my arsehole is just a spunk dumpster for ex-boyfriends to come and make use of?”

I said it with a smile but I thought I had a valid point.

Alex shrugged.  “If it feels like that to you, then we’ll just forget the idea.  I just thought we could do him a favour and at the same time give your bum a treat by feeding it a really big flesh-and-blood cock that it doesn’t get to enjoy these days.”

I nodded, feeling my point actually wasn’t that valid, and he went on, “It’s up to you, hun.  I’m happy to play along if you want to make him the offer – that’s all I’ll say.  The choice is yours.”

I nodded and thought about it.  Maybe for as much as two seconds.

Then I said, “He’ll want to rim me.  He always starts off by rimming the hole he’s about to fuck.  I’m sure his tastes and preferences haven’t changed that much in five years.”

Alex shrugged.  “That’s okay with me.  Whatever he needs to do to get him ready.”

“Okay, so what if he wants me to suck his cock?  Get him properly hard…?”

He shook his head.  “No way, Matt.  He can use your bum – that’s the offer on the table.  I’m not happy with the two of you getting more intimate than that.”

“He might want to finger me – you know, loosen me up?”

I was actually quite sure that he wouldn’t want that: Danny’s sexual tastes had always been predictable and inflexible.  During foreplay he’d like to flaunt his hefty cock – he knew how much I liked it – and sometimes, as a treat, he’d finger himself because that would really turn me on. After that, he’d always like to rim me and then fuck me, the latter extremely roughly and quickly.  If he was able to hold out, his occasional encore would be to shoot his load into my face.

Alex is far more imaginative when it comes to sex.  His cock might be smaller and his sex-drive a mere fraction of Danny’s, but as he doesn’t enjoy anal sex he has to think up alternative ways for us to make love. Over the years we’ve been together he’s found many unexpected ways to pleasure us both, although these days he tends to stick with his favourite which is for us to embrace and kiss while vigorously frotting our cocks together.

“Yeah, okay,” he said.  “As long as you’re okay with that.”

I smiled at him.  “This is very thoughtful of you.  Doing my ex a favour like this… it’s really cute!”

He chuckled back.  “It’s not totally selfless of me… I’m going to enjoy watching it!”

“But you don’t like bum stuff,” I reminded him.

“I don’t like doing it to you… you know that I like more sensual ways of making love with you as my husband… but I’m going to really enjoy watching that big guy fucking you up the arse with that huge cock of his!”

I chuckled.  “Aw, that’s so sweet!”

Then I said, “Do you want to invite him in with us, then?”

I knew Danny would say yes.  There was no way he’d do anything but.

“No, I think you should do the honours, hun,” Alex suggested.  “He was your boyfriend for all those years… you’ll know how to put this to him in a way that won’t freak him out…”

I almost laughed at that.  The only thing likely to freak Danny out about this was that Alex’s pert butt wasn’t also up for grabs.

I got out of bed with my cock making an obvious tent in my shorts.

“Whoa!  You’re well up for this!” Alex laughed.  “I knew you’d like having a big donger up you!”

“If I know Danny,” I said, “it’ll be a briefly enjoyed pleasure.  He was never one for prolonging the moment and after such a long wait he’ll probably shoot off as soon as he’s got it in!”

Alex grinned and started tidying our bedding.  For some reason it seemed appropriate to him that our sex as a threesome should take place on a well-made bed.

I went along to the spare room and tapped on the door.

Hearing nothing from inside, I tapped a bit louder.

I knew Danny was still awake – I could see the light from inside spilling out under the door – so I twisted the handle and peered inside.

He was squatting on the bed with his lycra boxer trunks yanked down, grinning cheekily at me while he frantically masturbated.

He was naked apart from his underpants and his chest was massive and covered thickly with his wiry black fur.  His cock looked far, far bigger than I remembered as he slammed his hand up and down it.  His balls swung low between his legs, looking full and heavy and overdue for release.

He was putting on a show for my benefit: of that I had no doubt.  As he’d said at the dinner table, wanking off had never been his thing.

“See anything you like?” he chuckled.

His hand didn’t stop on his cock: he kept pounding at the thickened and veiny shaft with the head of it shining a deep, dark purple.  The thing was oozing juice far more copiously than it used to.

I said, “It’s impolite to wank off in other people’s houses.”

I realised that his left arm was behind his back.  His hand was down on his muscular bum, his middle finger driving in and out of his hairy hole.

That proved his performance was definitely for me: he obviously remembered how much I liked to watch him fingering his own butt.  He was a big, brawny guy and it was always such a thrill to see his broad shovel hand frigging away at his own hot slimy ring.

Just like so many times before, I marvelled at the sound of his stubby finger driving in and out, slick with his own brown juice.  The slurpy wet clicking of his pucker being pumped; the quickening rhythm of his hand defiling the tight, wrinkled opening through which he had always said he would never allow the shaft of a cock.

“Ah yeah!” he called out, throwing his head back as if revelling in his own self-pleasure.  “I love a finger up me arse!”

Then he pulled it out from his bum with a fart I hadn’t heard in five years and raised his hand to his nose to sniff appreciatively at the discoloured digit.

“Smells red hot too,” he declared before offering me a sniff.

I looked round to check that Alex hadn’t followed me along the corridor, and then moved over to the bed to take a sniff of his finger.

It did smell really good: strong and pungent and making my mouth water at how harsh it was.  He had an amazing arse stink which I’d snorted contendedly during many long, leisurely face-sits.  His hole would be incredible for rimming: it always ever had been.

“I’ve got more into havin’ stuff up my chuff since the two of us… you know…”

Now that was interesting: he’d always been dead set against that kind of stuff.  A tongue or finger, no problem; anything bigger, absolutely not.

“Makes wankin’ a bit more interesting, doesn’t it?” he grinned.  “Havin’ somethin’ up your back alley while you’re biffin’ your beef!”

He could see I was fascinated: the way my briefs were tenting upwards and the circle of wetness around the head of my cock were proving something of a giveaway.

“Just a little somethin’,” he went on, his right hand still pounding away at his enormous length.  “A carrot… sometimes a courgette as long as it’s a littl’un…”

I licked my lips.  I’d love to see him getting fucked, even if it was just a vegetable paddling his pooper.

“It’s still nice and tight though,” he chuckled.  “D’you wanna little feel…?”

“Danny… I shouldn’t…”

“You can have a taste as well, if you’re up for it!”

“Really… I can’t…”

Seeing how turned on I was – my face must have been crimson – he said, “Okay, then… how about you get on the bed and straddle me like you used to?  Come on, Matty, pull your pants off and squat over me… just like you did that first time we got together!”

I was sorely tempted, I have to admit.

It had been the first sex we’d had, the night we’d got back to his lodgings and had played around on his bed.  We’d had to be quiet so as not to disturb Mrs Lewis, his landlady, but after we’d snogged and groped each other, he’d hitched his jeans and boxers down so that I finally got to see the massive cock I’d been yearning for.

I’d kissed it and sucked it and lapped at his huge swollen bollocks, then he’d yanked down my trousers and briefs and planted his own mouth on the prize it had sought.  To my surprise, though, he hadn’t been after a blowjob – Danny had never enjoyed giving head in that way – but instead had gone straight for my ass, slobbering and sucking at it and working his tongue right up my tunnel.

Then he’d positioned me on top of him with my bum over his big bell-end, and I thought he wanted to rub it up and down inside my butt-crack, wanking himself off between my cheeks until he came.  Needless to say, Danny had more forthright ideas, and soon he was pulling my shoulders down strongly and insistently as his huge swollen manhood was pushing upwards relentlessly into my unsuspecting hole.

At first I struggled to get free – his cock felt impossibly thick to fit into my tiny bumhole – but he kept pulling me down, grinning and telling me it would be okay.  I persevered with it, hoping the pain would ease and within no time I could feel his big hairy knackers tickling my cheeks as his whole ten inches had pushed right up inside me.  I smiled back at him as he grabbed me by the hips and started working my body up and down his long throbbing shaft, using my clenched arse like a tightened fist to wank his foreskin back and forth.

At first it was painful with only his spit to lube the steady sliding of his cock, but soon I was crying out in pleasure at how incredible it felt.

“I knew you’d love a whopping great knob up your arse!” he’d grinned and it remained true to this day: I certainly did.

Within minutes the two of us were slamming our bodies into each other: me frantically hammering my buttocks down onto his crotch and him roughly bucking his hips upwards to meet me.  I was sweating – we both were – and the stink from my unprepared arse was full and fierce.

If the grunting and heaving from her lodger’s room didn’t tell Mrs Lewis what we were doing, the cloying smell of our sweat and my noxious anal odour would surely have left her with no room for doubt.

The stink was only momentary though: as quickly became the norm, Danny’s exertions were only brief.  Soon the boarding house was filled with a new and different smell: the acrid tang of my flinging spunk followed by Danny’s much stronger seed, cascading in thick globules down the shaft of his still hammering cock.

Here in our guest room, the thought of pulling my briefs down and squatting over Danny to relive the moment was making me breathless.  It would be Alex, this time, who would smell the brutal bite of our grinding sex and perhaps his curiosity would draw him to –

But no.

That wasn’t the deal.

“Look, Danny,” I said to him as he kept wanking his humongous cock in front me.  “Alex wants you to join us in our room…”

“Yeah?” he responded with an enquiring smirk.

“Yeah, Alex feels sorry for you – all that stuff you said about being so desperate for a fuck.”

“So what’s he gonna do about it?” Danny asked me with a leer.

“He says you can do me as long I’m focussed on him…”

“Do you?  How?” he asked, his curiosity causing his wanking to stop.  He kept his fingers wrapped tightly around the base of the shaft, keeping his foreskin yanked back like he wanted to brandish his huge purple mushroom at me.

I smiled.  “You can fuck me, if you’d like to… for old times’ sake.”

“But you’ve got to be focussed on him?  How’s that work then?”

“You’ll have to do me from behind with Alex in front of me.”

“Okay, that’ll work for me,” Danny chuckled, finally taking his hand off his cock and pushing himself up off the bed.  As he pulled off his boxers he chuckled, “Lead the way, Matty boy, and get ready to have your arse bummed Danny-style!”

We walked back through to our bedroom: me in my tenting and precum-soaked briefs, and Danny stark naked with his huge cock on full bone.

Alex smiled as the two of us walked in, but in spite of his pretence I could tell he was nervous.  Danny’s body was such a contrast to his: my ex was shorter in height but as buff as hell.  He was hairy and tanned, and of course his cock was spectacular.

“Did Matt tell you how I want us to do it?” he asked Danny before betraying his tension with a gulp.

“Yeah,” Danny nodded.  “I’ll do him from behind so he can be looking at you.”

“Quite,” Alex agreed.  “And you can… er… moisten him with your tongue beforehand if you like.”

Jesus, it was a like being a cow in season; being prepared for breeding by the two prize bulls.

Danny smiled at my husband and said, “It’s really good of you to do this favour for me.  I really appreciate it and I owe you one, mate.”

I wasn’t sure that I liked having them trade favours for the use of my bum, but I smiled nonetheless and stepped out of my briefs.

Danny grinned at my long, curving erection.  It wasn’t as big as his, of course, but I knew how much he liked it from the many, many times he’d told me over the years.  It was tall, slim and graceful: a real ‘supermodel cock’ as he’d once observed.

“If you get behind him on the bed,” Alex suggested, “I’ll kneel down in front of him so he can direct his attentions towards me.”

Alex pulled off his shorts and his little cock flopped out, dangling over his balls.  Either he was so tense that he couldn’t get a stiffie; otherwise, unlike me, getting into a threesome wasn’t doing it for him at all.  That would have been a pity because now that I’d seen Danny in his all his breathtaking glory again, I’d been kind of hoping that we could make a regular thing of this – purely as an ongoing gesture of goodwill to the Cornish recluse, you understand.

“I better warn you guys,” Danny said as I got on the bed, “these days I like somethin’ up my butt when I’m horny!  So when I’m fuckin’ him, chances are I’ll have to finger myself.”

“I don’t have a problem with that,” Alex answered, climbing onto the bed with me.  He kept his glasses on: he always did during sex.

“I’m only sayin’ it cos it can kick out a right fuckin’ stink… really shitty…”

Alex blushed: he didn’t like dirty talk like that.

“Well, I can give you some lube if that would help…?” Alex offered.

“Naah, I prefer it without,” Danny grinned.  “I actually like a bit of bum-stink if I’m totally honest!”

Alex looked disgusted so to lighten the mood a bit, I said, “Danny was telling me while I was… er… convincing him to join us… that he likes pushing things up his bum these days… carrots and courgettes…”

Danny beamed with mischievous delight.  “Yeah, being on me own in the wilderness has made me try out some new stuff!”

Alex peered over at him with rather more interest.

Seeing that my husband’s curiosity had been roused, Danny grinned more broadly and, swivelling around to turn his back to us, bent forwards to splay his butt-cheeks open.  The inside of his crack was a tangle of black hair but there, low down where the wiry curls were clumped and matted, his little pink pucker was visible looking moist and snug.

He said, “Me arse’s really tight, though.  I can’t get much up there… even a thick carrot can be too much of a squeeze!”

He peered over his shoulder and chuckled over at Alex, whose cock I happened to notice was now starting to lengthen and stiffen.

Danny went on, “I reckon a dick could just about fit if I really relaxed me ringpiece… but it’d have to be a really skinny one to stand ‘alf a chance!”

Alex stared at Danny’s puckered wrinkly hole, clearly fascinated by how small and firmly clenched it was.  His cock steadily rose upwards, lengthening as it hardened, with the foreskin slowly retracting down its thin shaft to reveal from underneath it his red polished head.

Danny turned back around and smirked at Alex’s sudden erection.

Realising only then that he’d developed a boner and that it was blatantly obvious what had caused it, Alex flushed and coughed, “Sorry… I just… well…”

“It’s alright mate,” Danny guffawed.  “You obviously like the look of a nice tight shitter!”

“It’s just yours is so… well… different from Matt’s…” my husband stammered.

Danny laughed even louder as I felt my own face blush to match Alex’s shade of scarlet.  He said, “Mine is what arseholes are supposed to look like, buddy!  Your fella’s backdoor has had my prick up it way too many times.  I stretched the fuckin’ thing to buggery!”

Even Alex laughed at that and, although I was laughing too, I felt my face burn hotter.  “Hey, I’m in the room guys,” I called out, but Danny slapped my shoulder affectionately to show me it had been meant as a joke.

I couldn’t figure out why Alex was getting turned on looking at Danny’s arsehole when he’d never been that interested in mine.  Was it the tightness of Danny’s pucker or the forest of hair sprouting inside his crack?  Or was it something about Danny’s laddish brusquenes that was proving so arousing to Alex?  After all, my husband enjoys our lovemaking to be tender and romantic whereas Danny’s approach to sex has always been the exact opposite.

“Come on then, Matty boy, get on all fours, mate,” Danny directed, as if to articulate what I’d just thought.  “Let’s see what you’ve got back there since you’re still up for me usin’ it!”

I sprawled out on the bed so that they both could see what was on offer, and the two of them stared at the yawning gape of my bumhole.  I’d never been so self-conscious about the state of my arse – and that includes the very first night I’d hooked up with Alex and he’d announced, as he’d clumsily groped down the back of my briefs to find my crinkle, “Bloody hell, Matt, you could fit a can of beans up there!”

Danny chortled over to Alex, “That cute little prick of yours must get lost in that great fuckin’ cavern!”

Before I could say, “Hey steady on, guys,” Alex came to my defence.

“We have a really fulfilling sex life, thank you, Danny.  Making love with Matt has always been hugely satisfying.”

“I don’t doubt that, mate,” Danny chuckled.  “But your titchy little pecker can’t be doin’ much for him!  I mean – fuckin’ hell look at it! – the bloody thing must hardly touch the sides!”

“My cock’s not that small!” Alex snapped.

“I’m not sayin’ there’s anything wrong with it,” Danny countered with a smirk.  “It’s a really nice lookin’ prick and perfect for the right sort o’ job.  I’m just sayin’ with a massive fuck-off hole like your laddo’s got, you’re gonna need somethin’ with a bit more punch to it!”

“We’ve got a collection of… er… appropriately shaped… um…accessories for when Matt’s in the mood for anal.”

“Oh right,” Danny chuckled.  “Well you sure as fuck won’t need to get Tommy Twelve-inch out of the drawer tonight!”

He shuffled up behind me, wanking his cock vigorously to get back to full-size.

Levelling it up with my hole, he declared, “I reckon you’ve gone an’ shrunk, Matty boy.  Five years with pencil dick and your arsehole’s about half the size it was.”

“Don’t call me pencil dick!” Alex snapped.

“His cunt’s fuckin’ tiny though,” Danny gaped at my pucker.  “I mean, compared to how it was.”

“That’s probably for the best,” I chuckled.  “The thing was becoming obscene after three years of getting paddled by your knob every night!”

I wondered if that was why Alex wasn’t so keen on my plumper and more sumptuous opening.  Perhaps he found its size intimadating or maybe it looked too feminine to give him the raging hard-on that Danny’s more grittily masculine backside had produced.

“Thing is, though,” Danny muttered, “I reckon we’re gonna have to do it standin’ up.  You’re gonna need to bend right over with your arse stickin’ out if I’m gonna manage to squeeze me knob up there.”

I got off the bed and bent over as he’d suggested.  It had always worked best this way when we’d been together: with a bloke as hung as Danny, standing-up sex becomes almost the norm.

He stood up behind me and levelled his huge organ up against my bum again. Seeing that my hole now gaping open and must look roomy enough for his bloated cock head to push into, he announced with a chuckle, “Yeah, this’ll work.”

Then a thought suddenly struck him: “Hey, do you guys want me to wear a johnnie?”

The two of us shrugged, and he added, “I mean, it’s not like I’ve had any action on that score since me and Matty… you know…”

“So no point,” I muttered.

“Okay then,” Danny chuckled.  “Let’s get the show on the road!”


Part 2

Perhaps it’s not surprising that my husband had lost his hard-on while he was watching my ex hungrily rimming my splayed hole.

“Just gonna get him nice and slippy,” Danny had said before plunging his face into my butt crack and giving me the most intense and satisfying rimjob I’d had in five years.

As my old flame was slobbering and slurping away at my backside, surfacing intermittently to gasp for air, Alex asked, “How is it, Matt?  Any good?”

It was a difficult question to answer: not because I was in any way confused about my opinion of such a sensationally-administered arse-snog, but because I really didn’t want to hurt Alex’s feelings.  Rimming me just isn’t his thing, you see.  When we’d first met, he’d tried to pleasure me by licking my bum-hole but it became increasingly clear that it’s not something he naturally enjoys.  He once admitted that to him it tastes a bit ‘icky’ and even blurted out when he was drunk one time that it felt nasty to have to put his mouth back there.

Anyway, I thought I better play it safe with my response.  “So so,” I said as nonchalantly as I could, thankful that he couldn’t see how much my cock was throbbing and dribbling underneath my belly.

He said, “You’re squirming a lot as he’s doing it.”

“It’s just a bit… er… different from how you do it.”

“Different as in better?” he asked with apparent concern.

“Different as in… er…” I began, stifling a gasp at the way Danny’s tongue was flicking in and out of me and teasing my hole with confident skill.  “You can tell he enjoys it,” I eventually managed.

Alex called over to him, “I think he’s wet enough now, Danny.”

Danny pulled away from my bum and chortled as he stood up.  “Yeah, just makin’ sure, mate.  The way his arse has clamped up, I figured he’d need a few extra gobs of spit.”

“We’ve got lube in the drawer,” Alex reminded him.

“Yeah, but where would the fun be in usin’ that?!” Danny chuckled.

He lined his cock up with my hole again and grabbed my hips firmly so that he could force the broad head of it through my spit-soaked ring.

Even with all the wetness and the way I was bending over so low, I found myself struggling to take him and had to make a conscious effort to relax my sphincter, the way I used to when Danny and I had first hooked up.

“C’mon Matty,” he grunted, pushing his bell-end hard against my entrance. “Imagine you’re squeezin’ out a fuckin’ great duke!”

“I’m doing that!” I gasped, his knob feeling like a battering ram trying to force its way in through the keyhole.

“Where do you want me?” Alex asked chirpily.  “I don’t mind… er… helping to guide you in…”

It struck me as a slightly odd question but when you’re bending over and trying as hard as you can to relax your rectal muscles, you don’t tend to query things you might have otherwise.

“I can manage alright myself, mate,” Danny retorted as his huge mushroom finally pushed its way into my anus.  “Aah yeah!  That’s got it!”

A few inches of his massive cock shaft slid into me, cleaving me open as my arse strained to consume it.

“Aw Jesus!  This feels so fuckin’ good!” he called out, moving his hands up to hold me by the shoulders as he levered inch after inch of his monster relentlessly up into my innards.

“You’re so lucky, Alex mate,” he panted to my husband as his cock steadily filled me, “to ‘ave bum sex on tap every time you want it!”

Alex didn’t respond and Danny let out an animal grunt as the veiny girth of his cock drove its full length inside me.  His two big hairy bollocks were pressing against the backs of my legs, feeling as if they were throbbing they were so overdue for release.

“I bet you love to bum him, don’t you, mate?” he asked Alex as he slowly started withdrawing his organ again in preparation to start humping me properly.  “I bet you fuck him so hard that he starts fartin’ like a stuffed pig!”

Again Alex didn’t reply so Danny continued, his bloated rod sliding back into me with a quickening pace, “I bet you bang him so rough he ends up shittin’ spunk for days!”

He chuckled at his own wit as his cock took up a steady rhythm in and out of my tautly stretched hole.

“Actually I prefer frot,” Alex quipped.  “I find it a more sensual way of making love with my husband.”

Danny chuckled.  “Rubbin’ your stalks together?  Playin’ sword fights with each other’s sprongs like two kids?”

“It’s far more erotic, I’ll have you know.  It can be very beautiful and deeply intense.”

Danny chortled at the mere idea.  For him sex had always been about getting his dick up another guy’s butt.

“Each to their own, mate,” he scoffed.  “No wonder Matty’s little shitter’s just about healed up!”

Alex had been very vocal about wanting to try anal sex with me all the time we’d been messaging each other and when we’d started meeting up socially. He said he’d fantasized a lot about ‘doing a companion up the ass’ and was desperate to try it.  Before he’d met me, he’d only done tentative stuff with casual hook-ups and penetration with strangers had been an absolute no-no for him.

Needless to say I was very keen on the idea of having this cute geeky tall bloke have his way with my bum, and it was only when he actually tried to shove his dick up me – right after the ‘tin of beans’ comment – that he seemed to lose interest.

For some reason my backside never seemed to do it for him.  In the early days, he’d mount me seemingly out of a sense of duty and more often than not he’d suggest we try other things.  Perhaps the active sexual imagination I mentioned arose from necessity: he’d had to think up other things we could do during lovemaking, trying to find ways we could have fun without him having to put his cock anywhere near my godawful arsehole.

Alex’s favourite position these days is for us both to be facing each other and kneeling upright on the bed.  We’ll be kissing deeply and intensely, our tongues driving back and forth into each other’s mouths, while our cocks rub together between our stomachs, massaging one another as our balls nudge gently together.  We caress each other’s backs and buttocks, although the crease between the cheeks is at all costs avoided, and our rhythm steadily increases until we’re jabbing our two erections strenuously together.  We’re soon gripping each other tightly by the waist, with our spines arching backward and our cocks a blur of frantic thrusting between our wildly bucking hips.  Alex will cum first – he always does – and as his spouting jizz rains down to lubricate my larger hard-on, my own slit lets rip with a white fountain of its own.

So frot is the main way we’ve made love for the last few years.  Alex calls it ‘proper gay sex’ and regularly expresses his view that anal intercourse is a mere substitute for the vaginal penetration enjoyed by heterosexual men.

“We’re two men, Matt… we have male sexual organs,” he’d tell me.  “We should focus our lovemaking on our penises, stimulating them together.”

“But they don’t connect together,” I’d insist.  “Your cock and my bum would make a really nice fit!”

“Your bum isn’t your sexual organ, hun,” he’d reply.  “It’s what you shit through and it should have no part in a gay couple’s bedroom.”

So when we both feel horny nowadays, we get together for a vigorous bout of face-to-face frot.

I’ve asked gay friends of mine – those who don’t mind talking sex – if they and their partners prefer anal or frot.  Almost always the answer is along the lines of, “What the hell is frot?” and when I tell them the reply is something like, “No way, man… you can’t beat a good butt-fuck!”

To my surprise Alex seemed to enjoy watching Danny take me up the arse from behind.  His cock rapidly hardened until it was curving upwards above his bollocks, and the head of it steadily darkened from a bright red to a beautiful, opulent purple.

He peered at us intently, fascinated by how much dribble was flinging from my own erection at it jiggled around underneath my stomach, and enrapt at how roughly Danny was slamming his hips against my buttocks as he held me firm by the hips.

“So tell me, Alex,” Danny panted over at him.  “Why don’t you like doin’ lover-boy up his chuff?  What’s wrong with a bit of good old-fashioned bum sex, mate?”

“It just doesn’t work for me,” Alex replied.  “When I want to express my love for my husband, I don’t want to bend him over and rut away at his backside.”

“But this is gay sex, dude… this is how it works when it’s two fellas…”

“It might be gay sex, but it’s not gay lovemaking.  I mean, look at you… standing behind him humping his arse like a dog.”

Danny guffawed without missing a beat pounding in and out of me, but I called out, “Oh… come on!  It’s not that bad!”

Alex turned to me and explained, “I love you, Matt.  I don’t want to look at your back when we make love, I want to see your eyes, your smile… I want to taste your kisses…”

“We could do it from the front… I’ve suggested it before…”

“But that’s still penetration, sweetheart… it’s so much nicer being intimate as two equals… using both our cocks together…”

I accidentally let out a fart around Danny’s relentlessly hammering shaft, causing Alex to add, “And I want our lovemaking to smell musky and male… not of farts and bum odour!”

“But that’s the best bit,” Danny chortled.  “The stink of fucking another fella up his shitter is a big part o’ the fun!”

“Not to me,” Alex asserted.  “At least not where my husband is concerned… I want our sex together to be beautiful and sensual, not smelling so… well… anal.”

“You’ve got a hard-on now,” Danny said, still humping roughly behind my bent-over back.  “You seem to like the look of our position and the smell of his arsehole getting ploughed.”

“But you don’t love each other,” Alex smiled back at him.  “What you’re doing is just sex… so, yes, I’m getting turned-on that it looks so crude and smells a bit rough.”

“You like the smell of me taking it?” I gasped, suddenly aroused that my hubby would enjoy the crude stink that was wafting from the big cock reaming my hole.

“Yeah, it’s surprisingly arousing,” Alex grinned naughtily at me.  “It’s a bit barnyard… you know… sort of animalistic!”

“So you like the look and smell of bum sex,” Danny chortled, “you just don’t wanna do it.”

“I don’t want to do it with my husband,” Alex clarified.  “If there was another butt-hole in the room… one whose owner fancied trying to take thin cock like mine up it… I’d be more than willing to give it go.”

“Aw fuck yeah!” Danny called out, the pounding of his cock slowing and stopping.  “I’ll bend over him a bit and you can come round behind me and slide that little prick of yours as far as you can up me shitter!”

Alex leaped eagerly off the bed but then hesitated and asked, “Are you okay with this, Matt?”

“If you’re okay for him to shag me,” I laughed, “then of course I’m okay for you to shag him.”

I could understand why Alex wanted our lovemaking as married men to be romantic and erotic, but if he enjoyed anal sex as much as I did – only not with me – then I had an idea that might suit everyone in the room.

I said, “On one condition, though.”

Alex paused again, his small thin erection poking upwards.  “Yeah…?”

“We get together like this more often.  Danny comes to stay and fucks me while you fuck him.  Danny gets some guy fun and we both get to enjoy regular anal on top of our married frot.”

“Sounds good to me,” Danny said.  “You guys pay half my ticket, though.”

“We’ll pay it in full,” Alex declared, “even throw in a free meal!”

Danny chortled, “In that case, get stuck right in, buddy!  You might wanna wet me up a bit first, though, if you know what I mean…”

I expected to hear the bedside drawer open and Alex to pull out our tube of lube.  Instead, Danny called out, “Aw fuck yeah!” and started sliding his cock back in and out of me, so I craned around to my surprise saw that my hubby was kneeling down behind my ex-boyfriend with his face pressed in between his two squat cheeks.

He came out for air and gasped, “God, it’s squalid!”

Then he plunged back in for more, slobbering noisily inside Danny’s densely hairy crack as he noshed hungrily at his tight, puckered hole.  I glanced down and saw that he was frantically bashing away at his stick-thin prick as he rimmed my beefy ex’s hot smelly arse.

I called back, “Hey, Alex, you won’t lick me out like that!”

My husband pulled out again, panting with excitement.  Through laboured breaths, he managed to say, “I don’t like you to taste or smell dirty, Matt.  But this guy… Jesus!  His arse stinks as rank as fuck!”

“And you like it?”

“I love it!” he grinned triumphantly.  “It’s making me so fucking horny!”

Danny grabbed Alex by the back of his head and slammed his face back in between the two solid cheeks of his backside.  “Come on, eat it, poncey boy!  Get your tongue stuck right up Danny’s hot mud pie!”

Alex feasted furiously on my old boyfriend’s butt, wanking himself off so fast I thought he was likely to cum.  But even in his overwrought excitement, he was lucid enough to know that he wanted to mount my ex fully, because he managed to pull his mouth away from Danny’s delicious hole, stand up behind him and start sliding his cock up it instead.

“Aw yeah, go for it!” Danny chortled.  “Squeeze it right up me!”

Once Alex had worked his cock as far as he could up Danny’s arse, he grabbed him tightly by the hips and started roughly fucking the more muscular man.  “Oh my God!” he cried out.  “This feels so fucking good!”

I realised that all the times he mounted me like that, he’d tried to make our sex as gentle and sensual as he could.  Now unhampered by having a lover he actually loved, he was rampant and unrestrained in his enthusiasm to fuck.  I craned my head back eagerly, peering wide-eyed over my shoulder, to see my usually self-composed husband wildly hammering his cock in and out of another man’s arse.

“God it stinks!” Alex cried out.  “I’ve got your shit on my dick but… fucking hell… it’s so amazingly hot!”

Never in a million years would Alex have said something so crass to me during our sex.  Our lovemaking had steadily become focussed on our affection and commitment, especially after we’d got married, and as we clung onto each other frotting our cocks in a fury, Alex would tell me what I meant to him and whisper his love and devotion.

“Stay still!” Danny commanded him.  “Let me do all the work!”

I pushed myself upright and we all stood in a row facing forwards, the three of us joined together cock-to-arse.  Alex held Danny by the hips and Danny gripped firmly onto mine and then Danny, as the man in the middle, started thrusting his midriff roughly back and forth.  His thick cock frantically pummelled my now well-stretched cunt and his tight sphincter swept relentlessly up and down my husband’s smaller organ.

“Aw Jesus yeah!” Danny panted, loving the sensation.  “Push your arse back against my big knob, Matty!  And Alex… push your hips forwards so your dick goes further up me!”

We squirmed together, sweating and gasping, and Danny reached around to wank me off.  I loved that, of our three male bodies, my cock was the only one on show out front.

My ex-lover remembered how I like my hand-jobs and applied exactly the right amount of pressure to my shaft as he slid my foreskin up and down. He got the angle just right, as well as making me shudder with pleasure by making small flicks of his thumb across my slippery helmet, and soon his hand was jerking me faster and faster until, with a gasp of delight, I shot a thick rope of spunk right across our double bed.

He kept on milking me, still furiously fucking me, causing me to whimper like a girl while I writhed in ecstasy.

Then, when I was spent, I pulled off him so I could see properly my husband pressed up against his back, with his cock disappearing up between his muscular cheeks.  I laughed and said, “Oh my God, Alex!  You look stunning like that!”

“Yeah?” he grinned.  “You like seeing me taking another man up his bottom?”

“I wanna see you do it properly,” I nodded.  “The proper gay way… him on all-fours on our bed and my gorgeous hubby kneeling behind him to fuck him hard and fast!”

Alex beamed broadly at the idea and Danny laughed, “I like a bit of doggy… but I’ve never done it this way round!”

The two of them clambered onto the bed and arranged themselves in the classic anal position.  I loved how Danny’s big hairy arse-crack gaped wide open as he bent forwards in front of Alex and how tall and slim my husband looked shuffling up behind my ex’s buffer, more worked-out body.

Alex directed the thin shaft of his cock towards the wrinkled pink opening between his two splayed cheeks.  He grabbed the burly man by the waist and quickly slid himself back up Danny’s hot tight arse, and then the two of them started energetically fucking, working their bodies strenuously against each other as hips were cracked loudly against buttocks.

“Oh my God!” I laughed, feeling my cock starting to reharden at how amazing the pair of them looked.  “You guys look so magnificent… so utterly awesome!”

“It feels utterly awesome” he panted.  “It’s smelly and dirty and there’s no way I’d want to do anything like this to you… but I just love the stink of his arse and the feel of his shit around my cock!”

“What a romantic!” Danny laughed, pushing bum back hard against Alex’s quickening thrusts.

“I’ve never done it like this,” my husband gasped.  “It’s always seemed too crude…”

“Hey lover-boy!” Danny called over to me as he opened his legs wider to receive the taller man’s cock.  “Duck down here and suck me cock!”

“It’s been up my arse,” I reminded him.

“Yeah, so it needs cleanin’ off!”

I glanced at Alex, remembering that he’d been very clear in forbidding me from sucking my ex-boyfriend’s cock, but by now he was so carried away with roughly humping Danny from behind, that he just breathlessly huffed over at me, “If you want it, do it!”

Even though I’d just cum, the sight of my husband indulging himself in such a spectacularly gay pose had aroused me enough to decide that I did want it and that I would indeed do it.

I quickly scrambled onto the bed in front of Danny and crouched down underneath him so I could take four or five inches of his stiff swaying cock into my mouth.

Once I’d got used to the rancid taste of my own brown gunk coating the big blunt head and smeared thickly down the shaft, the sensation of sucking Danny off so close to the stink of his arse getting fucked was surprisingly exciting.  My own bum tasted sour and nutty, whereas his stunk fiercely like he’d just vacated the toilet in the flat we used to share.  But the sheer intimacy of smelling my ex’s nastiest odour at such close range had me roughly wanking off a hastily-sprung second hard-on.

Alex is fastidious in his sanitary habits and only leaves our bathroom smelling of liberally-squirted cologne.  Danny used to leave the loo with only a cry of ‘Fuck me, that’s ripe!’ and, hunkered down there underneath him snorting the same dump stink, proved to be a refreshingly vulgar contrast!

“Fuckin’ wank it, Matty!” Danny called out, seeing from the speed of my wrist how excited I had become again.  “Wank it hard while you suck my cock!”

I slobbered all over his enormous hard-on, desperate to find more of my own gunge to lap off it.

Realising what I was doing, Danny added, “If you want more flavour, you might want to lick up a bit and clean your hubby’s cock off too!”

At first the obscenity of Danny’s suggestion shocked me.  But as I licked at his two heavily bobbing knackers, enjoying the gathering stink as I moved further between his legs, I found myself growing steadily more intrigued by the idea.

I craned my mouth up behind Danny’s huge hairy scrotum to Alex’s smoother and smaller balls bouncing up and down behind them.  Then I stretched my tongue upwards to lick at my husband’s frantically hammering shaft, smeared glutinously with my ex-boyfriend’s crud.  The taste was noxious and vile but I lapped my tongue in rough flicks against Alex’s relentless cock until I’d caused him to shudder into a moaning orgasm.

As his semen trickled out of Danny’s innards and oozed down Alex’s organ, I strained up further to run the tip of my tongue around my ex-boyfriend’s newly broken-in sphincter.  I reached up to grope at his throbbing cock and then, licking around his wrinkled opening still with my husband’s thinner prick pushed up it, I heard him grunting savagely as his own climax kicked in.

His cum splashed across my forearm feeling hot and gooey.  The strongly acrid smell of it added to the fiery stink from his arse and the combination of both odours, so brash and masculine, pushed me into a second gasping cream-off of my own.

“Bloody hell, Matty!” Danny guffawed before I’d even had chance to recover my bearings.  “I can’t believe you just fuck-rimmed me.  That was slick!”

He clambered off the bed and grabbed some tissue to wipe off the ropes of spunk which were dangling precariously from the fattened head of his cock.

“Thanks for the butt-fuck, buddy,” he said to my husband.  “You just popped yourself a proper virgin… well, a virgin as far as me arse is concerned!”

“I’m just amazed at how much I enjoyed it,” Alex replied, patting my ex on his large bicep.  “If you are able to visit again, I’d really like to get into the same position with you again, though perhaps with a mirror positioned alongside the bed.”

“Whatever, mate… as long as Matty-boy’s got his face up under our bollocks, you can take some selfies for all I care…”

Danny headed off the bathroom saying he was going to take a quick shower and then head off to bed.

As Alex and I cleaned ourselves up and brushed our teeth in our little en-suite, I thought I’d better mention the incredibly lewd thing I’d done to trigger his climax.

As he rinsed his mouth with some water, I said, “Do you think I took things too far at the end?”

He spat out the froth and said, “Do you mean licking my dirty cock while I was buggering him?  Or lapping around his shitty arsehole… I assume that’s what he meant when he said you ‘fuck-rimmed’ him?”

“Do you think I’m a whore?”

He smiled at me, putting the cup back on the stand.  “We used Danny to try out some new things together, Matt.  We pushed our own boundaries – you saw how far I pushed mine – and we did things that you and I would never even contemplate during our lovemaking as a couple.  I think all that’s a good thing… a great thing, actually… and we shouldn’t judge each other for experimenting.”

I followed him through to the bedroom and watched him putting a fresh pair of boxer shorts on.

I asked him, “So you don’t mind if I do something similar next time Danny comes to stay?”

“I want to further enjoy the position we were in tonight… you heard me mention that to him.  If you want to lick my cock and around his arsehole while I do that, then by all means… be my guest!”

I chuckled, grabbing a pair of shorts of my own and putting them on.

He added, “If you do so, just make sure you use a strong mouthwash before you kiss me goodnight!”

We got into bed and I said, “So tomorrow morning before we take Danny to the station, should we make a date for another visit?”

“Yeah, good idea,” Alex smiled.  “As long as having a third man occasionally join us doesn’t interfere with our own, more sensual, lovemaking.”

“I don’t see that it would,” I replied, trying to sound indifferent and casual in spite of how excited I was feeling.  “I think it’ll make me value our frot together more, knowing that sometimes I can enjoy anal too.”

“And you really did like seeing me taking another man up his bum even though I don’t enjoy doing that with you?”

“You saw how much I did!” I chuckled.  “You guys looked amazing in that position… Danny so buff and hairy with his bum splayed open… you looking tall and thin as you fucked him so hard from behind!”

“I guess it worked so well for me because I’m not attracted to Danny,” Alex said, rather unnecessarily.  “If I was, I wouldn’t have been able to treat him like I did.  Between him and I, it was just pure, carnal sex and that’s what made it totally different from the very beautiful connection we have.”

“I get that,” I nodded.  “I hadn’t expected it, but I can understand it.”

“Perhaps,” he began, pausing as if to rehearse what he was about to say. After a moment he continued, “we could maybe join an online dating site. Find other guys who want to have a bit of bedroom fun with the two of us…?”

“Oh my God!” I laughed.  “That would be so great!  You’d really be up for that…?”

“We’d have to meet up with them first… check their suitability.  But as long as they were men who neither of us felt any attraction to… and their visits were just purely for sex… then, yeah, I think it could be fun.”

I realised that he was keener to bring strangers into our bedroom than to set up a regular thing with the ex-boyfriend I’d obviously betrayed my lingering attraction to.

“Of course we can have Danny to stay from time to time,” he went on.  “But I think it would keep things fresh and… well… uncomplicated, let’s say… if we set things up with other guys too.”

I smiled at him, reaching across to turn the light out.  “I know what you’re saying, and… yeah… I agree.”


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